I'm sorry I deleted it, but a friend emailed me a picture of Bill Clinton today. In it, Bill was entering a large room, about to walk up the 3 steps to the podium, both arms in the air in two big, static "howdys," sporting a gigantic smile.

Gee, Ken, that kind of behavior for that kind of "reward" makes you a lot more like me than you'd like to admit.

I often wore clothing that irked others. Some advice: if you choose the day carefully in advance, you can get a lot more mileage outta your rayon shirt (or paisley chaps). Why are Hawaiian shirts always something other than cotton anyway?